Van Gogh, Sylvia Plath, Virginia Woolf Three artists with one thing in common They know what it is to be low, to be high Their …
Ode to Dance by Hana Tzou
The music sweeps through me, like the ocean water’s pulse against the rocks, and I feel the need to know you, touch you, be you, …
In Case It Wasn’t Clear by Lindsey Hobart
I. I am a paper doll turned into confetti and ashes. What I’m trying to say is: there are parts of me that have been …
In Pieces by Megan Tyler
in silence where I lay with roses and their thorns where i bleed where i cannot speak there is another word for this there is …
Laws of Motion by Meghana Mysore
I. Every object in a state of uniform motion tends to remain in that state of motion unless an external force is applied to it. …
She’s Electric by Adriana Danish
Jellyfish are transparent in color and you can see all of its insides. And even though you know touching it would do you harm, you’re …
Daily Routine by Martina Dominique Dansereau
Suicide lives with me. She sleeps in the same room, kicks her laundry under my desk, and leaves her dirty dishes beside my bed for …
Phoenix by Sade Andria Zabala
Kill the part of you that believes it can’t survive without someone else. Start with the hands. The feeble way they shake holding your morning …
My Salvation in Sleep by Chance Walsh
She’s an ashen statue, strung with celestial lights. We’re cloaked in smoke, do our mirrors deceive? I’m just some skin and soul soaked in kerosene …